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Focus eludes me. I’ve got strings tied to every finger and lists all over. But it’s all yapping at me, refusing to be categorized and conquered.
Mostly, family logistics is what makes me crazy.
My older son starts kindergarten in the fall. The pediatrician and the dentist are checked off the list, but I have to get that kid to an eye doctor. And call the Office of Vital Statistics. I can’t seem to get that done. I think about it every day, right when I’m in the middle of a meeting or traffic. He’s not going to school if I don’t call those people. Unless anyone has seen his birth certificate. I haven’t seen it since I signed him up to play soccer.
Soccer. At least that season is over. Not that we don’t love it, but I like eating dinner on Monday nights, too. That reminds me. Fall season sign ups are about to start.
I have to make some calls about guitar lessons, too. He wanted to do that during the summer. He’s been standing in front of the television with his guitar, pretending to play along with whoever’s on “Austin City Limits.” But summer is already slipping away.
And before summer’s done, we have to get to Granny’s house a few times. She has a big in-ground pool and prides herself on the fact all her kids swim like fish. It will be her personal failure, she thinks, if her grandchildren don’t do the same.
My youngest sibling finally flew the nest and Mom wasted no time in updating and repurposing the upstairs bedrooms. I hope the work is done by Saturday so the kids can visit.
I have to make the two-hour drive to my hometown anyway. My childhood friend is getting married and moving to Chicago, which calls for a girls’ night sendoff. I’m very excited for her and very excited she thinks she’s too old for a big wedding with bridesmaids. I need to buy her something nice. Put that on the list.
Actually, we’re making the drive to Northern Kentucky next weekend, too. It’s my nephew’s birthday and the brother I see just a few times a year is coming. Birthday present. Put that on the list, too.
Am I going to have to drive up there on Fourth of July? I could leave the kids and fill the day care void July 5.
And speaking of day care, I promise I’m going to take that updated immunization form for my younger son tomorrow. I’ll have to tape it to his lunchbox tonight.
Oh, and let me tell you about lunchboxes. I spend up to 40 minutes packing them each weeknight. A skimpy sandwich is like a personal attack to my husband. I think it’s because his mother always forgets he hates mayonnaise. So I humor him and layer meat, cheese and vegetables. Cucumbers are better than lettuce. And put the mustard in the middle so the bread doesn’t get soggy. And then he will leave it by the front door in the morning and I get to send him a snippy text message.
I spend way too much time thinking about food requirements. Here’s hoping my older son will be happy to buy school lunches. That is, of course, if I remember to call the Office of Vital Statistics.
Sarah Berkshire is Features Editor of The News-Enterprise. She can be reached at (270) 505-1745 or firstname.lastname@example.org.